Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Make Up,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.